St. Anthony, Where are you??!!??

So. Let's talk about my day so far. And why I suck at being organized.

Do any of you know these people who always have it together? They never lose ANYTHING. They have a spare set of every important document, item possible. Every document has a file, every item has a place, every place has a label. They are always collected, have every duck is in the row. They live in perfection.

This description is my husband: Ryan.

My second question:

Do you know anyone who's life is an absolute train wreck? They are always running in circles. They cannot be responsible for an important item if their life depended on it, because the strangest things happen to them. They never seem to be at the right place, or never seem to be on time. They cell phone often ends up in the refrigerator. There is always a giant debacle occurring.

This description is me: Abby.

Well this morning two people of this nature got to mingle a little. Well, they happen to be husband and wife--so they have to mingle within each other different mannerisms. The organized and "together" person just doesn't GET how the "train wreck" runs into so many debacles. And he gets to say "I told you so. Didn't I tell you early to get a spare key copied? I told you so."

So this morning, I met my MIL, Lora, and sweet Baby Jack at the clubhouse to go for a brisk morning walk and a stop for coffee. One would think that going for a walk and out for coffee would be a disaster-free-zone....

Not in Abby's life.

I didn't want to carry much on the walk. So I stuffed my debit card in my sports bra (for coffee), and my "secured" my car key in my shoe. Now, I run almost every day--and secure my key in my shoe for very long periods of running. However, these were different shoes.

We were walking along, enjoying our morning (despite being overly attacked by blood-thirsty gnats). We decided to de-route to avoid the bugs. As we were getting ready to exit the lake, I realized "Oh no! My car key! It's not in my shoe!!"

So, we decided to retrace our steps to find the key. ....Back in to the storm of gnats.

We looked and looked, and looked some more. In fact, we retraced our .5 mile walk at LEAST 4 times. We stopped at the Clubhouse to notify them of the lost key. Locked in my car was my house key, cell phone, and purse. So I gave the lady at the front desk Ryan's phone number and Lora's phone number. I am stressed, and concerned--and don't really feel like small talk..but this lady certainly did:

"A 218 area code??? Are you from Minnesota!?? Oh my! I'm from Minnesota! What's your name? Where are you from? What's your maiden name?" --- HOLY COW lady! I lost my key, my life is locked up in a hot burning car, can we talk about our upbringing some other day??!!

Finally, we retired. I am really glad that I had Lora at my side to assist in finding the key. I think if it was just me alone, I would have been crying in hysterics yelling at each person I saw "HAVE YOU SEEN MY KEY? MY CAR KEY! IT'S BLACK!!" I kept it civil.

I returned home to break the news to my husband, who was studying in his peaceful, clam, collected world. I wanted to pretend it didn't happen. But, eventually he would have asked "Where's your car? Why is it at the clubhouse still? Wheres your cell phone? Why is your cell phone locked up? Why does this lady at the clubhouse from MN keep calling me?" So I told him, in the most dramatic/tearful/explosive manner possible. It was clearly the end of the world.

Going back a few months, when I locked my keys in the car. He had asked "Where is your spare key?" I replied "I don't know. I took it hiking one day when we were in the mountains, and haven't seen it since." He replied "You should really get a copy so you have a spare in case you ever lose it." I responded "Ohh, I'll be fine! We have AAA, I'll just call them!"

WELL, I am finding it very difficult today to call AAA when my cell phone and AAA-card are locked up in my car!!! :)

So there's my drama for the day.

The rest of my day has been internally stressful. I was so irritated I went out and ran 8 miles, and still felt pent up.

I have searched in every bag, box, coat, fridge, cereal box possible to find my spare (just in case...)

It is probably at the bottom of Sahuarita Lake, inside the belly of a catfish. Long gone, forever gone.

I am going to have to break down and call a lock smith.

So now, Ryan will get the pleasure of being able to say "I told you so. You should've gotten a spare key made, none of this would've happened." --- Gotta love him. :)

In the meantime, I am praying to Saint Anthony, Prayer of Lost Articles, for it to magically appear!!